5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Tutor - Luke Hemmings

You walked up to your tutor's house, lugging your backpack behind you. You're mom planned for you to study with her friend's son, who apparently excelled in the subject you didn't understand, Geometry.

You huffed as you knocked on the door, leaning against a post. The door opened, and you saw familiar woman open the door, a large smile on her face.

"Mrs. Hemmings!?" you yelled in surprise, your eyes widening. She was a Geometry teacher at your school, your Geometry teacher.

"Oh, hello (Y/N). You can call me Liz when we're not in school," she greeted pleasantly, opening the door. "Luke's just upstairs, first door on the right."

You nodded, eyes wide. If your tutor's mom was Mrs. Hemmings, then that would mean your tutor is... you blushed, an image of a cute, blonde boy invading your mind.

You walked up the stairs, knocking softly on his door. You could hear a surprised shout and a thump, followed by a loud groan. The door swung open, revealing a dishevelled Luke, rubbing the side of his head. His eyes widened as he saw you, his mouth hung open.

"(Y/N)?" he asked, his cheeks a faint red.

"Hi Luke," you smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Come in," he rushed, opening his door wider for you. You stepped into his room, admiring the posters on his wall.

 "You like All Time Low?" you smiled, looking at him.

"Y-yeah," he stuttered, looking at his feet. You glanced quickly at his attire, blushing slightly. He was wearing his school shirt, a few of the top buttons undone. His tie was hanging loosely around his neck, and instead of dress pants, he wore black skinny jeans.

He went to go sit on his bed, but tripped over a pile of clothes on the floor, creating a thump similar to the one you help him.

"Are you okay?" you giggled, extending your hand out to help him.

He nodded, grabbing your hand. "That was the third time I've done that today."

You tossed your head back in laughter, plotting onto his bed.

"So what are we gonna do first?" you asked, grinning.

Luke shrugged, "What are you having a hard time with?"

You smiled sheepishly, "Everything."

Luke laughed, getting his textbook out. "We'll start with the simple stuff first.

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"If we study anymore my head'll explode," you groaned, lying on your back.

"Okay, okay," Luke chuckled, putting his textbook down. "Wanna listen to some music?"

You nodded, smiling. He whipped his phone out, playing If These Sheets Were The States by ATL.

Luke stood up, standing in the middle of his room. He began to move his arms, doing a little dance.

You stood up dancing with him. He grabbed your hands, and you two danced together, laughing like idiots.

In the middle of spinning you, Luke slipped, falling backwards. You fell with him, landing on his chest.

"Are you okay?" you asked, blushing slightly.

He nodded, his face cherry red.

You looked down at your phone, and saw that it was two in the morning. You tried to get up, but Luke wrapped his arms around your waist, not letting you go.

"Luke?"

"Stay," he whispered, holding you closer.

You flushed, lying your head on his chest. He buried his nose in your hair, his breathing slowing to a steady pace. You looked up at him, smiling at his adorable sleeping face. You nuzzled closer to him, closing your eyes as you drifted off to sleep.